The Sparks of a BegginningThe sun was high over the land, blessing it with it’s warmth and light. A small bird chirped and flew off to find food for it’s nestlings. A squirrel cracked a nut against a tree. The perfect start for a beginning, Azure thought as she rolled down the car window.
“Azure, we’ll be at the house soon.” Said Mrs. Pennykettle. Slightly occupied, it took her a bit to realize that someone had spoken. She shook her head, moving her blonde hair out of her face.
“Um, sorry, could you repeat that? I kinda zoned off.” Azure said, straightening herself up. Mrs. Pennykettle sighed.
“I said, we’ll be at the house soon.” Mrs. Pennykettle took a right into a short driveway. “Well, we’re here.” She parked the car and opened up the door.
Azure grabbed her duffle bag and stepped out into the cool April air. The wind blew her long hair into her face. She quickly moved it and followed Mrs. Pennykettle into the old looking house.
Mrs. Pennykettle hesitated at the front door, and turned towards Azure. “Now, we make clay dragons in this house, so please try not to break anything. Okay?” Azure nodded her head and replied.
“Oh yes! Pennykettle Pots and Crafts, right?” Mrs. Pennykettle nodded. She had opened her mouth to say more, when a voice was heard behind the door.
“ That’s Lucy, my daughter. She’s 13 years old, and can be quite the troublemaker.” Mrs. Pennykettle said.
The door opened with a click, and out came a quite-tall teenager with a T-shirt with a squirrel on it saying, ‘The Conker Animal Fund.’
Mrs. Pennykettle huffed. “Well, we’re kinda low on money, and we have an extra room and didn’t you like the other tenant?” Lucy pouted and walked off into the house. Her mother sighed.
“Sorry, she’s very moody because of, well, ya know...” Mrs. Pennykettle walked inside, with Azure following close behind.
“Ah!” Azure jumped back when an old cat came out of no where. Mrs. Pennykettle picked the cat up and held it gingerly in her arms.
“This is Bonnington, out cat. He’s very nice, so he won’t bother you.” Azure nodded.
“So, anyway, this is your room. It has a bed, closet, lamp, desk, stuff like that.” Azure looked around the medium sized room. Seemed clean enough. She looked at the desk and saw a clay dragon sitting on it. Azure walked towards it, her feet padding quietly across the carpeting. She reached out and picked it up. It was a green dragon, made very skillfully, It had a pad and was chewing thoughtfully on a pencil.
“Um, Mrs. Pennykettle, there’s a dragon in here...” She looked out of the room, to see that Mrs. Pennykettle had disappeared. “Mrs. Pennykettle?” Azure walked out into the hallway and peeked into what was most definitely a kitchen. Puzzled, Azure looked down at the dragon in her hand, and almost dropped it in surprise.
It’s normally green eyes had changed.
It’s eyes were violet.